أقول لظبي ساحر الطرف قد غدا

أقول لظبي ساحر الطرف قد غدا

يروّح لي مهلا فدت حسنك الروح

يروّح لي مهلا فدت حسنك الروح

I say to a gazelle with an enchanting gaze, who has begun

I say to the enchanting doe-eyed one, come now

to fan me: “Gently! May my soul ransom your beauty!

and give me relief, I would ransom your beauty with my soul

فإن بقلي من غرامك جمرةٌ

فإن بقلي من غرامك جمرةٌ

تزيد اشتعالاً كلما جأت الريح

تزيد اشتعالاً كلما جأت الريح

For in my heart is an ember of passion for you,

For in my heart there is from your love an ember

which burns more fiercely whenever the wind comes.”

That grows hotter whenever the wind blows